The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my

but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me at his

it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

weak, my breath ragged and I

yet but the heat was too much and my mind was fogged

friends jeered, their taunts mingling with the roaring in my

one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

forward and ran his index finger

inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I

my tongue up and down

boy’s voice dripped with false sympathy as he

do anything

Do you

anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I

me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but

away, to find

a solid wall of muscle and

up, an apology on my lips but the

was the amber-eyed

locked onto mine with a

dressed in an

over the room

could feel their stares and a sickening

eyes drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left hand and I

a Lycan leader, but not just any

of the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the werewolf

My heart pounded as I realized the gravity

man in my world, with the

a reprimand

for uncontrolled

seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath

Lycan leader’s eyes were intense, a deep

of condemnation, his gaze held something

up from the ground with

okay?” He asked, his voice sending

warm against my arm and my breath hitched again

I’m fine,” I stammered but my body

over me, stronger

him, my vision blurring as desire overwhelmed my

caught me, his grip

hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his

found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made

Time seemed to slow.

fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this

darkened, a flash of something raw and primal crossing